Looks like we made it....

So last week we made it to Target!!!! Here's a recap....

I loaded Emma into the car as she was sleeping and headed to Target. She slept the whole way there so I was encouraged that perhaps she would sleep though the whole thing. I also had it in my head that I'd make it to the parking lot but no further. So we get to the parking lot and sure enough right as the car stops Emma's little eyes open. She's not crying so I take a deep breath and attempt to concur my fear.
I parked as remotely as I possibly could because, truth be told, I wasn't quite sure how I was going to maneuver. Would her carrier fit into the cart or would it sit up on the top between where kids sit and where I push? I needed some time to figure this out in private. So I get out of the car, grab a cart and get Emma (who will remain in the carrier). She is still not crying so I know now I have to go through with this. The carrier fits on the cart so we make our way into the store. Emma is just looking around at this point. Inside the store she is wide eyed and looking around. I am trying to get everything I need quickly because I know my time could be short. We are in the card isle and there is another woman at the other end of the isle - I am trying to quickly find some birthday cards when Emma passes some very loud gas. I laugh out loud and look over at the woman who shoots me a dirty look. I am sure she thought that I did it, and even worse, I laughed about it!
Next we make it to the toy isle to get some birthday gifts. I don't know if any of you have been down a baby doll isle in a Target recently - I had not! I have to say it was a very frightening experience, most of the dolls had motion sensors so as we made our way down the isle the baby dolls made all kinds of sounds - which set Emma off. She started to howl! I quickly grabbed what ever I could find and made my way to checkout. As I am paying for the stuff, Emma is crying and the lady who is checking us out has the nerve to say "She's too little!". I was fuming inside, I said calmly, as if I need to jusify myself "she's two months old" and the woman said "oh she looks younger".
As we walked out into the beautiful sunshine, Emma smiled up at me and I sighed a huge sigh of relief. It wasn't perfect but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!!! Looks like we made it!